Gemotions

The house felt larger than she remembered, the silence profound. Sarah wandered from room to room, touching the familiar objects. She hadn't been back here since her grandmother's funeral, a lifetime ago.

She stopped in the dining room, her gaze fixed on the mahogany table. It was the same table where they had gathered for holiday dinners, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of silverware. She ran her hand over the polished surface, her fingers tracing the intricate carvings.

A wave of feeling washed over her. She could almost hear her grandmother’s voice, telling stories, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She sat down, her back stiff against the high-backed chair, and closed her eyes for a moment, letting the room and the memories flood in.